Ladies, steel yourselves- Cheeseheads will dominate on Sunday.
Super Bowl XLV is a tough act to follow. Take it from me; this is the one event where you may fail as you try to make a pass at your beau. You can whisper promises of a romantic’ touchdown’ or “hang time” however, as long as he has his 3R’s: Recliner, Refrigerator, Remote Control and the Super Bowl, include him out. You are merely interference and an encroachment.
Girls, let’s say you’ve tried to make a pass, you scramble for his affection. Darn, false start. You’ve given him a flirty two-minute warning, and no response. You’ve probably felt rejected, dejected and down-and-out. You’ve even gone so far as to make a provocative second very forward pass. Va-va-voom or doom? You want to play and he wants to watch.
The best advice? Sweetie, the fact is you don’t have the home- field advantage. You can easily and quickly learn to enjoy the game or enjoy some hang time with other football widows. Get your backfield in motion, say a Hail Mary and roll out and go shopping for yardage, Feeling creative? Get in the spirit of things and put on a sexy red shirt. That’s code: for pursue your own fantasy and play your own game.
Go see dreamy Colin Firth in The King’s Speech or Natalie Portman in the Black Swan; Super Bowl Sunday might be the perfect day for you to start that blog or take a Dogpatch/Potrero Hill walking tour with City Guides.
Live it up and organize other kindred spirits
and hire the lofty, yellow and white, San Francisco Seaplane for a magical ride above the City and the Bay. Go for a jog, a hike, grab the kayak, take the dog to the dog park and have fun.
Sweet, so would I,
Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow. Romeo and Juliet
Remember: he will be yours after the game.
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